These cold autumn nights and cooler days have drawn me
into the garden like some siren is calling.
So many potted plants to be popped in the ground, rooted
cuttings to be potted on, vegetables to be planted...
But first, the red Kaffir Lilies are flowering and I
promised some to a friend – long ago. Seeing the engine-red flowers was a huge
relief and while they usually bloom for months – my pink one has - the red Hesperantha
coccinea (Syn. Schizostylis) lurking in a shady corner have only now waved
a bright flag to say `here I am’. These bright perennials will complement her
orange and red and – importantly - green
garden wonderfully, near an area of orange flowers underplanted with a little
blue for a soft contrast.
(Rather like Grass Trees (Xanthorrhoea) being called, in the past, `Black Boys’; and the
weedy `Wandering Trad’ or `Trad’ (Tradescantia)
which used to be (and still is too often) called `Wandering Jew’ (yuck to both)
I read that `Kaffir Lilly’ is similarly disliked – in South Africa (its origin),
anyhow. `Crimson Flag’, as its also called, is not quite right to me, as the
red is closer to vermillion, but I’ll try to remember the name. `Blood Lily’
sounds closer to describing the flower and is a short, punchy moniker fitting
to a showy plant – but it’s taken already, of course, by the worthy Haemanthus coccineus (below, coincidentally
flowering right now) Maybe Scarlet Flag?).
Now it’s autumn, instinctively I find myself making a
list: sow peas (sugar snap or snow pea) and broad beans; mulch the cut-flower
beds; pull down an old sweet pea plant (a lovely `blue’, its seed has been
collected (dang that’s a new fun and free hobby which results in such fresh seeds so that germination rates are high)); pull out a low purple salvia that’s just too
floppy and replace with cherry pie (heliotrope) and neat culinary sage (I like
the flowers); and weed, weed weed. Then
mulch, mulch, mulch.
I’ll sow the pea seeds in pots and toss them in my little
glasshouse because I can’t sow them in the ground. This is a dilemma at the
start of each autumn (before the soil gets too cold), although dwarfed by early
and mid-spring’s quandary: the need to get vegetables going (before the soil
dries out too much); but just now I can’t bear to pull out tomatoes fruiting or
other mature veg like eggplants – grown for the first time this year.
Mostly for fun, but also thinking I could – maybe – pull
out some tomato plants, I arranged a blind tomato taste test the other night. (A
strange entree.) Which of the big red toms was nicest, number 1(College
Challenger, as it turned out, a plant bred at Hawkesbury Agricultural College
in the 1950’s), 2 (Burnley Bounty, a cold-tolerant variety) or 3 (Rouge de
Marmande, a French heirloom variety)? Number three! Number 2 was least
flavoursome to both of us and 1 was sweetest. Black Russian is still my
favourite though; J dislikes the colour while I adore the flavour. (We ate our
first sweetcorn that night too; we’re still collecting loads of apples and of
course I collect eggs each day, so I felt a little like (an older) Barbara Good
from The Good Life (without the
snooty neighbour; and similarly (if memory serves) - we’ve found that we can’t
eat our old hens either; certainly couldn’t shoot them!).
Now we can concentrate on which tomato plants to keep
seed of, which is so much fun (realising the pollen parent may be very
different; do we pull out yellow toms, large and small, and tomato Burnley
Bounty so that plants from seeds collected later will be great? Yes, I think so)
and which plants to buy at Kallista market (first Saturday of the month) next
spring in that pretty hamlet in the Dandenong Ranges east of Melbourne.
I am loving the late summer produce and the cool autumn
gardening weather. But will someone teach me how to cook eggplants please?
Jill Weatherhead is horticulturist, writer, garden
designer and principal at Jill Weatherhead Garden Design who lives in
the Dandenong Ranges east of Melbourne, and works throughout Victoria (www.jillweatherheadgardendesign.com.au)
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